Winter Sunset

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Winter Sunset

Then I raised my head

and stared out over

the blue February waste

to the blue bank of hill

with stars on it

in strings and festoons⁠—

but above that:

one opaque

stone of a cloud

just on the hill

left and right

as far as I could see;

and above that

a red streak, then

icy blue sky!

It was a fearful thing

to come into a man’s heart

at that time: that stone

over the little blinking stars

they’d set there.